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just being an out and out shitbag. You may think, my dear, that you're special now. But just wait until another piece of ass comes along that catches his eye. He'll forget you like he's forgotten all the others."
    "Fuck you…"
    "That's fighting talk! I like that. Anyway, as nice as this is and all, we need to get to the heart of the matter before you pass out. Quite simply, if you don't convince Rick to make us millions with his shitty little band, I'm afraid I'll have to end your relationship prematurely."
    I felt my consciousness ebbing away, yet his words sharpened my senses for a moment. "What? How…"
    "I'll have to show him the photographs."
    My eyes rolled back in my head as one last question managed to leave my lips. "What... photographs…?"
    As my head flopped forward onto his shoulder, he whispered in my ear. "Why, the ones of me making love to you, silly."
    Everything from that point was a blur, moments lost in flashes of light and muffled sounds. I struggled to open my eyes, each attempt feeling like ten ton weights were weighing my eyelids down. My head had stopped spinning, substituted for a feeling of nothingness; as if my brain had been replaced by balls of cotton wool stuffed inside my aching skull.
    I thought of Rick, and how tenderly he would kiss me, how the touch of his fingertips would send tiny electric shocks through my skin as he delicately moved them up my thighs, along the edge of my breasts. I wished he was here, his words calming me. "Don't worry, Amy," he would have said. "I'll save you. I'll take you away from all of this." Just hold on a little longer , I thought. He'll be here soon…
    Some things felt familiar and real; the feel of a well used mattress beneath me as I was thrown down onto it. The air hitting my skin as my clothes were removed. His hands on my thighs, parting them. His lips, loveless and unwanted, against mine.
    And the flashes. Flashes that would momentarily wake me, for only a second it seemed, accompanied by the click of a camera shutter. He was photographing us; taking pictures of me at my most vulnerable. I was in my underwear, barely conscious. I thought for a brief second he would actually take complete advantage and have sex with me, but he didn't. There was no need. The pictures would be enough for him to get what he wanted.
    I felt Jake's hands begin to work at my bra strap, fumbling to undo it. I weakly pushed him away, my struggles having little effect; a heavy, dull feeling as if I was pushing a boulder up a hill. His other hand moved down to my panties, attempting to pull them down.
    And then, as soon as my ordeal had begun, it was over.
    Suddenly, he was gone. His body felt as if it had been lifted up in midair, shooting off me like someone flies out of an open aeroplane window in the movies. Was this the Tramadol? No, this was real. I felt a semblance of consciousness return and, although desperately sluggish, I managed to roll my body onto its side and pushed myself up onto the edge of the bed with limbs that felt as if they were made of concrete. Sounds started to become clearer again, still muffled yet recognisable...comprehensible.
    "You son of a bitch! What the fuck is going on?"
    As my blurred vision began to focus, I saw Jake pinned against a wall in his underwear. Rick had him by the throat, practically lifting him off his feet.
    "She wouldn't keep her hands off me…I was stupid, I know! I'm sorry, Rick! Really, I am. But she wouldn't keep her damn hands off me! She practically threw herself at me…"
    "Bullshit!" Rick smirked.
    I staggered over to them, each step feeling like a hundred. I scooped my smartphone off the ground and held it up to Jake's face. Two words on the screen drained the colour from his skin.
     
    RICK – Connected
     
    "I speed-dialled Rick before you slapped my phone away," I slurred. I felt the faintest of smiles turn up the corners of my mouth. "He heard everything…"
    With that, I hit the floor and descended into